from the mind of a madman
why am i so alone
i always wait by the phone
it never rings
when its does its my mum
speak loudly she does, and she sings
my praises
but my life has different phases
depression
hate
anger
confession
my life is apparantly a blessing
it seems like a curse
things appear to be gettin better
but really they are just gettin worse
and little by little
the wheels of my life have slowly fallen off
driving over the potholes of life
my mind is filled with strife
at time in self confident
as times self doubt run rife
sometimes i take a knife
and leave a mark
just to confirm im alive
everyday i strive to remain happy
but in the end i just feel crappy
all the girls i want
seem to slide out of reach
all my friends are forever trying to preach
"its not about looks"
they all exclaim
then why do they all make me feel hideous
my mind is so weak
it cannot harbour any thoughts that are insidious
i wish i was amphibious
i could swim under the sea
and leave there
so no one could bother me
and i would be free of pain
sometimes i watch TV and my brain
it cannot comprehend
the world turning a blind eye to the biggest terrorist of all
ariel sharon
****er i swear if i ever see you, from this earth you will be gone
that aint no macho bull****
i will lay you dead where you stand
if i die trying
well my exit will be grand
not a simple fade to black
but an explosion to red
sometimes i wish i was dead
sometimes i wish i was getting head
someone please help me
deliver me from pain
and help me grab the reigns
on my mind and straighten my path
back to normality
i need some sensibility
a stable person by my side
but i find on this journey alone must i ride
truely i am the ghostryder
a spider like elijah
i opened her up to see inside her
all i saw was him
nice and thin
chiseled looks
it was under the bridge i took
my life away
in a dream i had
it should have made me sad
but it made me smile
someone murder all paedophiles
they are the worst kind of scum
when i think about what they do
it makes me go numb
some may say thats dumb
but i say **** that
and NO im not black
i am asian
no im not malaysian
im a mutha****in asian
or as you would say a paki
dont dare think im wacky
i am no ones ****ing lacky
i am a lyrical terrorist
i like to forge like a blacksmith
i dont forge physical swords
i forge lyrical ones
to stab you
i wish i could get some guns
well maybe i dont
coz i probably wouldnt be here
to write this garbled collection of thoughts
i wish my bank account was full of noughts
proceeded by a one
ah **** this
im done
whatcha think katie??
